For some reason, Dark always seemed to be the constant in the triad that was Dark, Wilford and Anti.
There were times when it was just Dark and Anti, and Wilford felt like he was interrupting something a little more special than him. Or when it was just Dark and Wilford, and Anti knew there was just so much there, so much history that he couldn’t possibly compete with. But every time, without fail, Dark made the other feel included and wanted and special. Sometimes it felt like Wilford was dating Dark, and Anti was dating Dark, and Anti and Wilford were just sort of together by accident, by proxy.
If someone asked Wilford if he loved Anti, he’d get all excited and gush on and on; “Of course I love him! The little virus, he definitely knows how to put a spark in my life!”
If someone asked Anti if he loved Wilford, he’d scoff, kick his shoes at the ground and, depending on how energetic he was feeling, pull out a pretty knife and make threats; “If ye ever try to bring that shit up again, I’ll tear up yer pretty little throat. Got it?”
So the feeling was mutual.
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